All Chapters of POWER OF DESIRE (ENGLISH VERSION): Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“Oh God, you're so deep,” Paula moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure as she began to move atop James, her back arched in the reverse cowgirl position. Every curve of her body undulated as she ground against him, her soft skin glistening under the dim bedroom light. “You're so big, I can feel you in my tummy,” she whispered breathlessly, her hips quickening as the rhythm between them intensified.James’s hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as she rode him. He watched her with a burning intensity, mesmerized by the way her slender waist swayed above him, her figure creating an erotic silhouette against the shadows of the room. His desire flared, each sensual movement pushing him closer to the edge. The sight of her delicate back, the soft sway of her hips—it was enough to make him feel as if he were engulfed in flames, his lust for her an insatiable fire.Her moans were like music to his ears, every gasp and breathless cry a symphony of pleasure that echoed in his

"SORRY, I'm late," Norman panted, slightly out of breath, as he approached his girlfriend, Aria. His eyes flickered with guilt, the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead telling her he had rushed to meet her.Aria, ever understanding, offered a gentle smile that crinkled the corners of her soft brown eyes. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice like a calming breeze. She stepped closer, her heart skipping a beat as she linked her arm around his. The warmth of his presence soothed her, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering between them like a comforting embrace. "Shall we go?"Norman ran his hand through his tousled hair and glanced at her. His deep-set eyes, though weary, sparkled with affection. "Are you sure you're not hungry? Maybe we should grab a bite to eat first," he suggested, his voice laced with concern as they walked slowly toward the jeepney stop. He always looked out for her, even when he was the one who seemed more tired.She adored this about him. It had been over a

"Enough, Aria. You’re not even a drinker. You’ll be completely wasted," Jocel’s voice was laced with genuine concern as she tried to take the beer from her friend’s hand.Aria’s smile was a shadow of its usual warmth, tinged with bitterness. Her eyes, which should have sparkled with mischief, were clouded with tears. She turned to Jocel, her face contorted in both anger and sorrow. "Damn him!" she cursed, her words sharp and raw, directed at Norman.Jocel exhaled heavily, her own heart aching at the sight of her friend’s distress. She peered into Aria’s eyes, searching for answers. "Did something happen between you and Norman, sis?" Her question was hesitant but filled with a caring undertone.Aria’s resolve crumbled, and she began to sob, her tears spilling uncontrollably. She shook her head as if trying to deny the reality of her pain. "Maybe that’s why he treated me like this because I refused to let anything happen between us," she whispered, her voice breaking as she dabbed at he

The room, bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights, was filled with a heavy, intoxicating silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of their breaths mingling. The silence was punctuated only by the rhythmic, sensual sounds of their lovemaking. The air was charged with an electric anticipation as James’s lips continued their relentless, delicate assault on her exposed skin.Each kiss was a feather-light brush, yet it ignited a blazing trail of warmth that spread through her entire body.Each kiss was a tender, tantalizing touch, designed to elicit the deepest moans from her.He traced a path around the contours of her intimate folds with the precision of an artist, his touch gentle yet commanding. His lips parted, brushing against her tender skin, sending shivers of sensation through her core."I'm glad you shaved," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.His fingers, slick with her arousal, slid in and out with a steady, practiced rhythm, each movement deliberate and explora